Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.